THE END!
(AN-just something that poped into my head. can't wait for the flames)
Harry Potter was working in the garden when a girl approached him. Her bizarre appearance startled him; hair the color of blood with silver, dark purple, and, black highlights hung down her back, and that was not the half of it. She was clad in a tight fitting suit of almost medieval armor and had a gun in her hand.
"W…wh…who a…are you?" he stuttered under her awesome beauty.
"I ," she said in a regal tone, "am your savior."
In his utter eloquence he spoke again, "Huh?"
"I just killed Voldemort and am now rubbing it in your face," she said with a smirk. "The prophesy was a dud and I killed him off with my BFG 1."
"I bow to your power," he said in a daed voice as he bowed to her strength.
(AN-How do you like them apples? Huh?)